Valerie’s classes went by easily enough, most of the students already eager for winter break and just wanting school to be over with. Valerie took full advantage of it, enjoying the lack of discussion for a change.
Once class was over, she returned to her office to grab her purse and then headed to the cafeteria for a quick bite before her final class of the day. The temperature outside was muggy, typical Florida weather, even this close to Christmas. By the time she reached the cafeteria, a sheen of sweat had dotted her forehead and made her clothes feel as if they stuck to her body. With a sigh of relief, she eagerly stepped into the air conditioning, glad to be out of the sweltering heat.
After grabbing a grilled chicken salad and a bottle of water, she headed for a spot by the window. She might not like to be out in the heat, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy looking at it. She wasn’t even thirty yet, and already, she felt as if she behaved like a senior citi
Valerie couldn’t believe she was leading Scott back to her office for a quickie. God, how far could she keep falling. This was wrong on so many levels, and not just because he was married. She knew if her door was locked that no one would bother them. Hell, most would see the closed door and just keep walking by. But still, to be doing what she hoped they would be doing on campus was just… She felt a tremor of excitement ripple throughout her body. It was hot as hell. That’s what it was. She slowed her steps as they neared the outer office, making sure no one was paying them any attention. Luckily, the hall was deserted, so no one even saw them enter the office. As soon as they were inside, she closed and locked the door. Even if Nick arrived to see her, he would see the door shut and assume she wasn’t inside. No one had a key to her office except her. They were safe. For now. She walked over to the desk, setting her purse on the corner as she turned and face
Why had Dean been sitting outside of her office? Even more worrisome to her, though, what had he overheard? She closed her eyes as she stood outside of her classroom and took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves. Dean had simply smirked at her before he left, not even bothering to say a word as he walked out of her outer office. Scott tried to assure her that Dean more than likely heard nothing, but she wasn’t convinced. With the way Dean behaved most times, she wouldn’t put it past him to press his ear to the door, listening in on everything that Scott did to her on her desk. Opening her eyes, she took another deep breath and opened the door to her final class of the day, bracing for Dean’s smirks and sarcastic quips. God, she hated that kid. However, while he sat slumped in his chair for the entire hour grinning at her, he kept his mouth shut, even when she told him to put his phone away at the beginning of class. Of course, that didn’t keep her from being a
She stared at the outfit Holly had laid out on the bed for her, a skimpy red plaid skirt with a short-sleeve button-down white shirt, along with a scribbled note informing her that the redhead would not be a part of the festivities tonight. A schoolgirl uniform. Really? Isn’t that a little too much on the nose? She sighed as she lifted the clothes off the bed, holding them out in front of her. Something hit her foot, and she glanced down, noticing a pair of knee-high white socks. Of course, there were no panties, bra, or shoes to go with the outfit. Probably didn’t matter. The way things usually went whenever Damien planned something for her, she wouldn’t be in them long. She glanced down at her watch. She had an hour before she was to be upstairs. Of course, her nerves twisted in her stomach as if she were walking up to the third floor right now. Tossing her outfit on the bed, she headed for the shower, hoping to wash her nervousness away. While sh
“Get your ass to the door and open it,” Damien snapped when she simply stood there staring at him. “You’ve got some men to serve, and I want you to be the perfect distraction tonight.” She looked at him strangely. “Distraction?” A cocky grin spread across his lips. “Well, if they’re focused on your ass and tits, they won’t be paying much attention to their cards, now will they?” He chuckled as he motioned for her to move to the door. “I should be able to rake in all the cash tonight if you do your job right.” “And just what is my job tonight?” She took a deep breath, steeling her resolve for whatever would happen over the next few hours, knowing she would be a toy for whoever walked through that door. The short skirt swished around her legs as she walked, reminding her that the bottom of her ass was quite visible to whomever wanted to look. “Your job is to keep them horny as hell, so that they’re more focused on their dicks and your bo
The men sat around the table, cards in their hands and a pile of colored chips in the middle. Valerie had made sure their glasses stayed full and fetched chips, pretzels, or even sandwiches if they asked. Each time, Nick slid his hand up her leg to her ass, sometimes fingering her drenched folds before dropping his hand again and winking at her. Miles and Keith hadn’t been as brazen, but they each ogled her breasts, and Miles glided a finger down her cleavage once as he stared deeply into her eyes and a salacious grin on his lips. Scott had seemed uncomfortable for the first couple of hands, watching as she allowed the other men to touch and grope her, slapping her ass and pinching her legs. He also said nothing when Damien yanked her down onto his lap, making her spread her legs as he bounced her up and down. Scott kept his comments to himself, but he squirmed as he watched the shenanigans without participating. It was obvious he didn’t know how to behave, and from what Val
Miles Jacobs won the first hand, much to Nick’s chagrin, which meant Miles now controlled Valerie. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, nervous about what the math teacher would make her do. Damien patted her ass, pushing her toward the other man. “She’s all yours until the end of the next hand. Use her wisely.” He winked at Miles, and Valerie felt a tremor of anticipation ripple through her as she slid off Damien’s leg and moved over to Miles. She cut her gaze to Scott, who watched her round the table, his eyes riveted to her as she walked. He had said little since Damien filled him in on her role in Damien’s life, focusing on the game. She wasn’t sure how he would use her or if he even would if he won a hand. The fact that he remained and continued to play poker had shocked her, but she was glad he was there. She looked forward to more adventures with him. “Stop right there,” Miles said as he leaned back in his chair, a salacious grin on his face as he raked
Valerie stared over at Nick, her eyes wide as the remnants of her orgasm subsided. His cocky grin told her everything she needed to know. She lost. Even if she saw it as more of a tie, she still lost in their eyes. That’s the only way they would allow it to go. She jerked her gaze to Damien and noticed the same look on his face. There would be no help there. Of course there wouldn’t. He would want to see her humiliated more than any of them, as this was his game to begin with. She then turned to Scott, and he was simply staring at her, his brows raised slightly, disbelief covering his face. Valerie felt the shame color her cheeks as she sat up straighter on Keith’s leg, suddenly feeling self-conscious. She turned to Keith, hoping to persuade him, but before she could even open her mouth to protest, he simply swatted her thigh and told her it was time to make the rounds. “Each guy here gets to give you five swats on your ass,” Keith reminded her. “And
Damien showed no mercy as he administered her spanking, alternating his hand between cheeks, and with the humiliating position she was in, she was glad Dean had failed to appear at the poker game. It would be bad enough facing her co-workers after this without having to face one of her students as well.She cried out with each swat, begging Damien to stop, but knowing he wouldn’t. Thrashing on his lap, she felt his arm around her waist, holding her in place to receive her punishment. And, with each smack of his hand, she felt her honey burn hotter, dripping from her pussy in her horniness. She desperately wanted to be fucked, craving some form of release.When he finished spanking her, Damien grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up. “Now, what do you say?”Her breathing came out in ragged gasps as tears flowed down her cheeks. “Thank you, sir, for spanking me.”She felt him rub her ass with his other hand. “Oh, m
“Move here?” She felt her brows furrow, felt confusion fog her mind. “I don’t understand. Why would we move here? This is far away from the college, your other properties, our friends, even.” He nodded as he gestured for her to move towards the house. “Yup. It is. That’s the entire point. It’s a fresh start.” She stared at him for another moment, trying to piece together everything he said, but still coming up empty. After another moment of him waiting for her to move, she turned and headed towards the massive house, running her gaze over the exterior as she did. He actually wanted them to move there. “But what about my job? I just started it a couple of weeks ago. I can’t just quit.” He shrugged as he stepped beside her, reaching out and taking her hand. “Sure you can. People do it all the time. We’ll just say it wasn’t the right fit. I want you to come work for me. Then I can truly control you all day, every day. Imagine what I can make you do in my office.” “Work for you?” Norma
She woke the next morning to the sun peeking through the windows. She blinked a few times, covering her eyes as she squinted at the light, wondering why the sun was waking her up? It was Tuesday, a school day. She should have already been out the door and on her way. Usually, when she woke up, darkness still blanketed the sky. Closing her eyes once more, she laid there, thinking back to how Damien made her masturbate in the middle of the living room while he recorded it. As she played with herself, he forced her to tell him every dirty detail that happened with Walt, and it wasn’t long before she brought herself to an orgasm. As she laid there thinking about it, she grew horny once more and thought a nice morning romp with her master would be just the thing to start her day. Rolling over, however, she noticed Damien wasn’t in bed with her, which caused her to shove herself into a sitting position as she looked towards the bathroom. Panic caused her heart to hammer in her chest. It was
“Go sit in the middle of that couch and spread your legs.” Valerie pushed herself to her feet and then crossed the room, feeling extremely exposed in the old man’s apartment. She did as he told her, though, sitting on the couch, leaning back, and spreading her legs so he had a perfect view of her drenched slit. The fact that she was already so soaked shamed her even more. He watched her as she did it, and only when she settled back on the couch did he shove himself out of his chair and move towards her. As he drew closer, she kept her gaze fixed on him, her breathing growing more rapid with each step he took. “I want it wider.” He motioned at her as he spoke. “Pull your legs up closer to your body, your knees near those fat tits of yours.” She did as he instructed, and he nodded. “Now, spread your legs as wide as you can.” It was uncomfortable, and she had to slide to the edge of the couch to do it, but soon she had spread herself out completely for him, exposing her slick slit f
Valerie entered the door, following Walt inside, and closed it behind her. He didn’t even look over his shoulder, but walked as if he expected her to be right behind him. And she was, because that’s what Damien, her master, told her to do. As they walked, she studied him, taking better inventory of the man who was about to… She sighed. Who was about to do whatever he wanted to her. Walt possessed mussed up gray hair that probably hadn’t had a brush run through it in weeks, if he even brushed it at all. And by the looks of it, he rarely washed it. He was a thin man, but still had a slightly muscular build under his baggy clothes and walked with a slight stoop of his shoulders, almost as if he bent in two. He possessed a scraggly beard which covered his chin and cheeks in splotches, never fully covering any true patch of his face, and he mumbled to himself as he walked. She doubted he talked to her. Entering his house, she wasn’t sure what she expected, but it wasn’t what she saw. If s
Valerie returned to class, nervous because she had several of the boys who had huddled around Dean at lunch in her next couple of sessions. They would have seen her being fucked and sucking Dean’s and Jared’s cocks. They would have seen her naked and begging to be used like a dirty little slut. Shame burned her cheeks, but as always, her cunt throbbed as her wetness dripped from her hungry folds. The contradiction always confused her, but she knew it was what made her who she was, and she craved that part of her. There had been smirks and sultry looks, even from some of the young women in her classes, and she wondered how many people Dean had shown the pictures and videos to that so many people seemed to know the type of woman she was. She worried that by the time Damien talked to Dean, the entire school would know as well, and her honey dripped as being known as the college tramp. She fumbled through her lessons, wanting to hurry through them and get the hell off campus and the look
Valerie walked into the cafeteria, pausing long enough to glance around. Her morning classes went well and without event. After the morning she had had, she was grateful for the reprieve. It should not have surprised her that Dean finally had to brag to one of his buddies that had fucked one of his professors. If she were honest with herself, she had to admit that it surprised her that it took as long as it did. And, while it scared her that someone else knew about her and her eagerness to be used, it also excited her, keeping her wet all morning long.However, the moment she walked into the college’s cafeteria, all of that was forgotten when she saw Jared and Dean in the middle of a cluster of college boys. Panic gripped her as she saw Dean holding his phone, pointing to it, and everyone’s attention glued to whatever he showed them. With the way they acted, and Jared nodding with a shit eating grin on his face, there was no doubt in her mind what Dean showed them. Shame burned her ch
With a deep breath, Valerie lowered herself to her knees, keeping her gaze fixed on Jared as she did. She reached out, gripping his cock once she knelt in front of him and stroked his meaty rod. When she finally dropped her gaze to his hardness, she couldn’t believe how thick and long it was. Definitely longer than Dean’s, if not as thick. Close, but not quite there. Still, it would fill her sex perfectly, she knew, and there was no way he would get her naked and not fuck her. At least, that was her hope. She cut a quick glance over at Dean, but he remained where he was in her chair, apparently quite content watching the scene in front of him. That alone added to her excitement, making her cunt throb. One student watched her as she sucked off another one. God, her life had become so twisted. Turning back to Jared’s cock, she lapped at the pre-cum pooled at the tip before leaning forward and taking him in her mouth. His moan filled her ears, and she felt his hand on the top of her hea
Valerie couldn’t believe what she saw. Dean sat in her desk chair, which wasn’t all that unusual, but sitting on the front corner of her desk was Jared Dalton, another of her students.After a brief pause, which she prayed didn’t make her look like an idiot, Valerie continued to her desk. “Please get out of my chair, Dean. Good morning, Jared. Students usually wait in the outer office if they have an appointment with me. Although, I don’t recall you asking to see me today.” She did her best to ignore Dean, who still had not left her chair.“Oh, he’s here with me.” He pointed to her neck, one brow cocked. “Nice piece of jewelry. Don’t think I’ve seen you wear it before.”She ran a finger over her choker, remembering the moment Damien had clasped it around her neck. “It was given to me this weekend.” She stood straighter, dropping her arm as she took a deep breath. “Now, why are the two of you here?”Dean nodded as he stretched his legs out, crossing his ankles, rather than getting out
Valerie stood in the middle of her new living room, taking in the mixture of belongings. The weekend had been a mixture of hauling her possessions up to Damien’s apartment—now their apartment—and her being used by him in as many ways as he could dream up. And Valerie loved every minute of it. She still could not believe the events of the weekend, however. Damien had asked for her submission, placing a gorgeous choker around her neck to serve as her collar, and then told her he wanted her to move in with him, even giving her free rein to decorate the apartment any way she desired. She was to make it hers. Theirs. And then she was to remain naked the entire time she was in the apartment building. Damien had even placed a shelf and basket down by the front door to the apartments to assist her in stripping as soon as she entered the building. She would place her briefcase and purse on the shelf, strip out of her clothes, placing the items in a small basket, and then take everything up t